The Italian cannon was carefully preserved, all sealed in a box, filled with wheat straw, and the outside of the wooden box, as well as the words carefully handled, just taken out, can clearly see that the Italian cannon is shiny, obviously, it has been very well maintained.

The so-called Italian cannon, in fact, is not a cannon, but just looks like a small cannon, and the firepower is extremely powerful.

It was based on the Maxim machine gun, which fired automatically and continuously, and for a continuous supply of ammunition, the craftsmen made a special 6-meter-long canvas bullet chain to supply it with ammunition.

Because the machine gun is heavy, it is called a cannon, the machine gun of this era, it is impossible to compare with the machine gun of later generations, this thing appeared after the sand base, almost like a mortar, because of this, so the warrior battalion after several test firing, have come to a conclusion that this weapon is inconvenient to use in sports combat and offensive, and what it is best at is positional warfare and defense.

Especially in positional warfare, this kind of machine gun with no accurate head at all may seem thick and bulky, but it can fire 200 rounds per minute.

The only thing that hurts is ...... Although its cost is not high, and the mechanical principle is not complicated, the cost of using it is astronomical. Because it uses a canvas bullet chain, it must use special bullets, and the bullets must require a large amount of copper, copper in this era, is currency, the price is not expensive, and the most important thing is that this monster that shoots two hundred bullets per minute, that is, easily shoots countless copper coins, and at the end of the day, if it continues to shoot, the barrel can withstand the huge heat, almost a Jingshi's house can be sent out.

Not only that, but soon the Warrior Battalion found that its accuracy was very poor, and because of the continuous firing, it had to make a compromise and did not use rifling in the barrel for the time being, which meant that its range was shorter than that of a rifle, and its power was ...... Not as good as a rifle.

And its only advantage is that it can shoot countless bullets in an instant.

If the warrior battalion fights more and less, or if there is not much difference in the strength of the two sides, such a weapon is simply meaningless, and it can even be said that it is almost full of shortcomings except for an incomparable advantage, but now it ......

Xu Jie's eyes lit up, because fifty Italian guns had already lined up, and in addition, there were fifty identical Italian guns as backups.

This is also a matter of no choice, the warrior battalion has long found that this Italian cannon is not reliable because it is fired continuously, and it is easy to cause problems such as jamming, so it has some spare parts.

In addition, there are two foot soldiers waiting for the Italian cannon, one is to load the shell, and the person who loads the ammunition will be stuck into the cannon and is responsible for smoothing the bullet chain during the shooting, while the other is carrying a bucket, ready to water the gun body at any time to cool down.

Because of the insane rate of fire of this Italian cannon, one of the biggest problems is that in this continuous firing, the barrel can hardly withstand the high temperature, if it is not cooled, then after a stick of incense, almost the barrel will be deformed or even the danger of exploding, and the warrior battalion has adopted an ancient method...... It's watering.

The Italian cannons of this door were ready to fire, and the other warrior battalion soldiers had already entered their combat posts, some of them had prepared their hand bullets, and some of them had brought out their firearms.

Everyone held their breath.

The gunner who manipulated the Italian cannon was called the 'God of Wealth', and his wishes came true, except for the God of Wealth, who could make his wishes come true? The fifty 'God of Wealth' were like being put on the execution ground one by one.

Because at the beginning of the design of the Italian cannon, in order to ensure a crazy rate of fire, almost all the problems have been excluded, it itself is born for crazy shooting, because of this, naturally, it is not very friendly to the people who control it, such as strong recoil, continuous bullets will continue to produce recoil, and the person who controls the Italian cannon, within a few minutes, will have numb arms, and then want to die, it is said that someone has controlled two incense sticks in a row, and then for two whole days, They all felt that their arms did not belong to them and they lost consciousness.

The rebels on the opposite side are already overwhelming.

Xu Jie bent down, raised a monocular to look at, and he shouted happily: "Hold steady, don't mess up, don't be afraid, listen to the whistle and act, come on, give me a drink." ”

He asked his soldiers to bring a kettle, and he raised his head to drink the water, and then shouted: "Be careful with your bow and arrows, and curl up behind the sand as best you can." I can't see it, these thieves are still called well-trained, I can't think of it, I can't think of it, it's good, huh...... Very good, cheer up, ready. ”

The recruits were nervous, but fortunately their duties were mainly to shoot with firearms, hiding behind the sand barriers, no different from the drills.

The veterans are different, they tend to compete for good positions, such as bomb throwing, Italian cannons, etc., in their words, the stuff is happy, with a fire gun, like a woman.

Silent.

Deathly silence.

In the midst of this silence.

Suddenly, arrows flew in.

This bow and arrow is not shot intensively, and most of the officers and soldiers of the warrior battalion are wearing steel helmets, and ordinary bows and arrows are thrown from a distance, which may not be helpless for them, not to mention, they are still hiding behind the sand base.

However, it is clear that the rebels did not expect the bow and arrow to cause large-scale damage to the warrior battalion, which was more like wanting to rely on the bow and arrow to temporarily suppress the warrior battalion so that the real vanguard could charge.

And the warrior camp behind the sand base, in the face of the rain of arrows, did not fight back, and all of them curled up motionless behind the sand base, showing extremely calm.

Occasionally, someone would snort, apparently someone had been hit by an arrow, and in the rear, the reserve team and the doctor on standby would bow and carry a stretcher to pull the person down.

After a few rounds of arrow rain, it seems that the other party found that this did not have much effect, so the arrow rain became more sparse.

On the contrary, Zhang Chang began to feel a little uncomfortable.

He has done a lot of research on the Warrior Battalion, and he seems to regard the Warrior Battalion as an imaginary enemy, and because of this, he has a very high understanding of the advantages of the Warrior Battalion and the way of fighting, and he began to look at it, and couldn't help but ask left and right: "How many steps are there left and right from the Warrior Camp now." ”

The soldier said: "My lord, at most, it will be one hundred and thirty steps." ”

Zhang Chang frowned and muttered, "One hundred and thirty steps, it's weird." ”

Seeing this, a governor behind him couldn't help but say, "What's weird." ”

Zhang Chang said with a cold face: "According to the official's understanding of the warrior camp, roughly at this distance, you can roughly enter the range of the warrior camp, so often at this time, the opponent will shoot, but this time, it is strange, why don't you let go of the gun?" ”

When the governor heard this, he was also confused: "Perhaps...... Is there another reason, or maybe ...... Are they running out of ammunition? ”

Zhang Chang pursed his lips and was silent, he didn't believe this explanation, this kind of reason has no meaning except to comfort himself.

The rebels are getting closer.

One hundred steps......

Eighty steps.

The faces of the two warring sides can be seen almost clearly.

But this time, the warrior battalion was still calm, they were hiding quietly behind the sand barricade at a distance of 100 meters, as if they didn't pay attention to the enemy in front of them at all.

Zhang Chang frowned deeply.

Wrong.

Now, it has long been within the range of the other side, and the other side has not opened fire, when will it be?

Could it be ...... They thought that the closer they were, the denser the original scattered formation would be, so they wanted to make these thousands of troops denser before shooting?

If so...... It's stupid.

The other party has few people, if they are too close, even if their firearms are more lethal, but after all, their own soldiers and horses are endless, as long as someone rushes into their position, wouldn't it be an instant to teach them to die without a place to bury?

It's really ...... I can't figure it out.

Fifty steps......

We've reached fifty paces.

Zhang Chang felt that his heart had jumped to his throat.

The generals behind him are also overjoyed, this is definitely a gratifying distance, which means that as long as there is a charge, you can hand over the opponent's short troops, and the warrior battalion does not have the advantage of long-range shooting of firearms, and their own soldiers and horses are dozens of times that of them, and they ...... It's looking for death.

Although Zhang Chang couldn't understand what tricks the warrior camp was going to play.

But at the very least, one thing is certain.

That's ...... He was only fifty steps away from victory, and he couldn't miss the fighter, he slammed his hand, clenched his fist fiercely, and let out a roar under the heavy light: "Attack, attack!" ”

After he roared, the war drums were like thunder, and these war drums became more and more frequent, like thousands of troops roaring.

This is the order of the whole attack, which means that the original scattered formation is no longer meaningful, and now that the striker is almost close to the opponent, then launch the final sprint.

The sound of this drum greatly encouraged the overwhelming thief army.

So, the rebels roared in unison: "Kill! ”

Countless long knives were raised.

Countless people were densely piled together, and countless people were facing one direction, and at this time, they were no longer afraid of any fire, because ...... Victory is at hand.

Forty steps!

Zhang Chang's pupils contracted, as if he had passed the tense moment, so a smile appeared on his face: "I will win." ”

It was only at this moment that a fire bolt sounded.

Syllable......

The sound of the gun was crisp and clean, and then one of the rebels who rushed to the front fell directly to the ground.